Wake of the Dawn

Daniel Plet looked at the mess of his room. Here in this cabin, many a tear in his early years had been shed. Shirts, jeans and all the other knick knacks of a standard room were stewn all over, the bed, wardrobe..

 

He had promised to clear it up, but after one month of putting it off, he could stand it no longer. Stooping to pick up a shirt from the floor, he followed with another piece to clothing, and another, and another. Soon a small mountain of a pile lay gathered in one corner of the slightly better looking cabin. He should really ask Jamile to clear it up, then he groaned, with this much to wash, she was probably going to ask for two standard months of his pay. He should also ask her to bring along a transporter if she was going to move this mess.

 

"Daniel? You there? Our package just woke up. Out." the radio on his side buzzed then fell silent again. She was likely to be in the medical bay, he thought as he looked out of the port window which he crossed.

 

It was the same, or at least, near similar scenes that greeted him as he glanced at each window he strode past. Slow moving clouds of assorted shapes and sizes, being slowly lit up by the dawn sun, lazily drifting in the atmosphere with no care of where they went. Daniel sometimes wished that he was one of them, without worries, without care.

 

Sooner than he wished, Daniel arrived at the medical bay which lay in the nerve center of the phraseship, near the bridge. He was not a frequent visitor but knew enough that it was a highly equipped one with, however, little beds to spare, only, at the last time he counted, there was only four. It was almost like the person who designed it only predicted major injuries.

 

Of course, the injuries of two men inside now would consititute for 'major' as Daniel watched, facinated as the nearly dead girl he had brought in now stab one man in the stomach with her elbow and kick another in the shins. Plenty of screaming, grunts and assorted curses floated out of the medical bay, some of which made, even Daniel, who served in the field with a considerable amount of time under his belt, flinch at.

 

"Little spitfire you brought in, Plet." said a deep voice, coming from behind.

 

Instinctively, he turned around, giving a slight salute as the captain of the ship waved it down. Lit Aburn walked up next to him, looking through the glass window. Lit whistled as she placed a fist into the side of one man. "You really have the talent of picking up the strangest people."

 

"Thanks sir." Daniel said as he looked on the battle raging inside the usually quiet medical bay.

 

"And, i would add. Its up to you to take care of her. Our hands are almost full as it is." the captain said as he turned away.

 

He knocked, and entered the room. They had, for the time being, successfully restrained her in a chair, her arms tied behind her back and a cloth stuffed into her mouth for good measure, for she looked an angry red, panting from the 'morning exercise'. The two men glanced up at Daniel's coming in then grunted and left the room, muttering obscenities under their breath as they walked past.

 

"Well." Daniel reached out and roughly ripped the cloth which the men had spent so much effort stuffing it in.

 

She glared at him. Glowered, he thought as he sat down onto the bed.

 

"I demand that you release me." Within that few words, she tried to inject

Author's Note

Posts in short bursts. Please comment.

Reviews

[JLit]

I liked it very much, all three pieces. :)
The styles of the second "burst" and the third "burst" are a little different, literary vs. street language.
Please, let me know when the next burst is published, I would like to continue reading it. Thanks!

Julia

[YellowFre]

Ahh. Erm, continued from History, a phraseship.

[Sylver Marcus]

i dont quite understand the first line if you would interpret it a little more. but the rest is great! keep up the good work dont stop doing what you believe in!